But it doesn't matter if it's you or her in control. You're with her.If you think that you didn't do anything, that you have nothing to blame yourself for, think again.She insults you with all the words she can find in her head.She sees someone smiling, encouraging you. Interesting, isn't it.She tries to drop it, but you won't let her.We control anything that happens before, after, and during. And she sees that people are watching these voices.You are not alone.She is wondering how many times she has seen this flowerbed.It's just the three of you and me, who will play with you.She doesn't understand, what do you get from doing this.She doesn't understand your purpose here. It can be very important for understanding the story. She hears the voice on the phone blaming her.She hears your laughter, your cries of success as you reach your morbid goal. And who am I? I'm Writer, the person who wrote this story.Comments: 16 Kudos: 16 Bookmarks: 6 Hits: 548.